DIY household cleaners

0c6fbaabce5a1b1f55bd1bf593d64606To make a simple and effective household cleaner, you need not look outside your home!  We fight even the toughest stains on our white kitchen ceramic sink with baking soda (our wood stove coats most of our cast iron pans in a soot to be seen, when we wash them our sink becomes scarred and marked, this is a revolution for our home)!  We spray everything down with the cleaning anti-bacterial essential oils of tea tree and lemon and water.  For tough messes, simply combine all of the said ingredients with some vinegar or lemon juice and water and you have the tough action fighting cleaner!

DIY All Purpose Household Spray
10 drops essential oil of your choice (lavender is also anti-bacterial, oregano oil is extremely antimicrobial, etc.)Water to fill your spray bottle

DIY Gritty Household Scrub
5 drops essential oil
2 tablespoons of Dr. Bronners liquid soap
1/4 cup baking soda
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup vinegar or lemon juice
mix all ingredients in a mason jar.  It will make a thick paste.  Use on the counter, in the sink, to clean out any ceramic coffee mug with stains, all enamelware (you know we love those!)

For the living room, look in your first aid kit!  Hydrogen peroxide cleans stains on your carpet, your couch, your throw pillows, and your rugs!

And for the redwood we have all around our home, we like to polish with a simple solution of 1 cup olive oil plus the juice of one lemon (or orange, or both! it’s citrus season, after all!).  The cabinets smell so delicious and look beautiful, too.

We don’t have a single “locked” cabinet in our home.  I want to keep my children safe and having all natural home-made cleaners keeps me resting assured that they are.  It also aligns just dandy with our money budget!

What cleaner do you make yourself?

what I loved on the farm

We’ve almost been in the forest for two months.  Time flies whether it’s fun or not (it’s been fun, mostly).  I love being in the forest.  It’s really cozy.  Winter is dark, forest or not, but in the forest, it’s especially dark as the sun hangs low, perched safely close to the horizon.  We are returning to light, now.  As I recall our couple years on the farm (hard to believe it was nearly two!), I delight at the brightness of it.  Our first night sleeping in the shanty (with only three walls, mind you), the full moon came rising up over the hills above the canyon.  It was a good omen.  A wild adventure lay ahead.  But it was always open, exposed, bright.  I loved that on the farm.

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I could see the moon’s cycle without seeking her or peeking at my calendar.  I loved that on the farm.  As a woman (and a human, and an earthling) I feel such a direct pull and connection to the moon.  Knowing the cycle and the full time and dark time really brings my body a deep connection to nature and gives me a sense of feeling connected to you, even.  I love that.

I loved the farmers, on our farm.  I loved that every week day, early to rise, they were sowing seeds, or pulling watering tape, or picking weeds, or harvesting vegetables, or washing vegetables in the shed, or driving the flatbed farm truck.  I loved that we could visit them across the farm witness the real work preparing food, that it was in our face.  I loved how hard our farmers work ethic is.  I loved Willa seeing that.  I loved hearing the loud tractor driving by our bus, and Willa getting excited about seeing the farmer driving.  I loved that we wanted to spend a moment or many with our farmers.  They were a pleasure to be around; like minded and beautiful.  I loved that our farmers were totally fashionable, too.

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I love looking at photographs from our life on the farm and seeing our daughter, sans nappies, enjoying her freedom to roam and to eliminate when she wanted.  I love seeing how happy she looks.  The open air, the fertile ground, the expansive sky, the water so close by.  I had a song I’d sing from the moment we moved there;

No home is more beautiful than our home.
No home is more beautiful than hour home.
We live by the ocean, the ocean in your eyes.
We live by the mountains, the mountains meet the sky.
No home is more beautiful than our home.

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I loved how good we ate.  The food was so fresh, so delicious.  So right there!  It was downright dreamy, y’all.  We never took it for granted, for this I’m grateful, but we sure do miss it now.  We’ve recently signed up for our first CSA and it’s so much fun for our forest abode.  I’m hoping to work trade with a few farming friends in the near future, and eventually to grow some of our own food in a garden (our current spot is a little dark right now for anything more than herbs).  I loved working the farmers’ market for our farmers.  Every Saturday for a year and a half we drove the ole flat bed farm truck out to the market and set up the stand.  We met some of our favorite Santa Cruz people at this job.  We loved the trading, the community, the camaraderie we felt while there.  I loved that about the farm, for sure.

glitter and gritI loved the life we lived on the farm.  It completely validates my desires to live on our own homestead one day.  I want animals, I want food, I want space to run and play.  These things I know.

Until that time, we are following the signs wherever they bring us, and living present in each moment.  We are currently in a beautiful redwood nook, still in Santa Cruz for the time being, and while we aren’t completely sustainable, we don’t haul our own water anymore, we still find most of our life to be grounded and rooted in the mother earth below us, while soaring high with the beauty around us.

I love this about our life, wherever we are.

Winter Solstice

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Perhapsfor a moment
the typewriters will stop clicking,
the wheels stop rolling
the computers desist from computing,
and a hush will fall over the city.
For an instant, in the stillness,
the chiming of the celestial spheres
will be heard
as earth hangs poised
in the crystalline darkness, and then
gracefully
tilts.
Let there be a season
when holiness is heard, and
the splendor of living is revealed.
Stunned to stillness by beauty
we remember who we are and why we
are here.
There are inexplicable mysteries.
We are not alone.
In the universe there moves a Wild One
whose gestures alter the earth’s axis
toward love.
In the immense darkness
everything spins with joy.
The cosmos enfolds us.
We are caught in a web of stars,
cradled in a swaying embrace,
rocked by the holy night,
babes of the universe.

Let this be the time
we wake to life,like spring wakes, in the moment
of winter solstice.

a poem by Rebecca Parker

Building a School Bus into a Home, Structure of a Housebus

Often people are amazed when they step foot into our bus.  They can’t believe we did it in a year.  They can’t believe most of our materials were from the local landfill.  They can’t believe we lived in a three-walled structure while we built.  They can’t believe it all.  Mostly.

Often, people ask why we did it.  How we did it.

We did it for a lot of reasons.  When Cody and I first met, I told him of my dream of selling fried egg sandwiches from a school bus.  The dream was nothing like my current reality (which–honest–is far better than I could have even imagined in my wildest dreams).  He thought I was abstract.  Until a year and a half later he was working for this man named Leaf, pruning his apple trees, and saw his school bus.  His bus is parked next to his house.  He still uses it as his man cave.  His special place.  Cody came right home and said “We can do this.  I could build a house on a bus.”  If you can imagine how fast I jumped on the world wide web to find our very own school bus, then you wouldn’t imagine it fast enough.  Within a week I found our bus, within two we had purchased our sweet 1988 Carpenter (how fitting) School Bus.  It was from San Juan/Aromas school district.  Right south of our neck of the woods!  Drives like a dream over the Santa Cruz Mountains.  Drives like a dream.

We had been living for nine months in a sweet little back house two blocks from Pleasure Point beach, loving every moment of it.  We spent about $15,000 in rent in the same time it takes to gestate a baby from scratch.  I couldn’t believe it when I calculated the total.  Our lease was up in a month and we weren’t sure were we would move.  The bus sure got that ball rolling.  We knew it was radical in our time.  People don’t live in buses anymore.  And we don’t want to be rolling gypsies.  We wanted to build a home.  We wanted to plant roots.  We just weren’t sure where.  We are from different parts of the country.  The bus afforded us time to figure out where to plant ourselves.  The bus opened up our opportunity to build our very own home, to become home owners!  We were ecstatic.

And how did we do it?  With a lot of help, a lot of planning, a lot of research, a lot of just doing it.  Fast.

A frequent Glitter & Grit reader, Tim recently inquired about how we did it, structurally.  He asked for pictures of the process.  He inspired this post.  I’d love to outline the structure, the steps, the work involved behind the scenes making the bus.

Here is Cody making the first cut!  This was a huge step.  I believe that often any decision is better than indecision.  I think, too, sometimes just making the first move is the best move.  And, here’s our first big move.  The first cut, y’all.

Welding up the “ribs” which were one inch steel tubing.  The redwood beams we had locally milled at a great price were further milled by Leaf and Cody to fit snug around these one inch steel tubing “ribs”.

Attaching the beautiful arched beams from one side of ribs to the next, in order to hold the walls in place.

Filling in the roof with redwood from the local landfill, perfected with the planer.

A view from the top.  The farm and the beautiful recycled wood.  I love this view.

Overcast day.  Perfect for creating a place for the sheet metal roofing pieces to slide up into their locations.

In order to keep our bus waterproof while we built the outer membrane, we left the inner membrane on and built up.  This allowed for just enough space to weld on the one inch steel tubing and attach the redwood beams and even build the roof.  Once the new roof was waterproof we began taking off the inner membrane, no longer needed, so that we could begin building the two lofts.

Why didn’t we take off the entire roof to begin with?
So that the structure of the bus would remain in tact, on top of being waterproof while we built the exterior new roof.  If we took everything off, the walls may have fallen out, or at least they would not have been level and tight.  By waiting to take off the inner membrane of the bus, we maintained the original structural integrity of the bus.

Preparing to take off the last bit of the bus’s original structure.  We had so much help from friends and family, without which we would not have been able to complete our bus so happily!

I’d like to write the entire process and show you pictures, too.  If you have specific questions and want them included in this series, please email to glitterandgrit (at) gmail (dot) com

Planning Our Solstice Festival!

We are busy busy planning our festival!  This will be our second solstice to celebrate with Willa’s sweet smile in our world.  Our birthday is coming right on up and we are full of celebrations this season.  Cody has a birthday a few weeks after Willa’s and then it’s our Winter Solstice Festival!  I’ve been planning this celebration for one year now.

Our festival so far includes:
:: a nature walk
:: a seasonally spiced yule log (to be chosen on the day of the solstice during our nature walk)
:: a delicious meal planned one week in advance, prepared most of the morning
:: matching family long johns
:: a small pine tree to adorn with the season’s decor
:: lots of songs!
:: and warm spiced milk (hot cocoa, y’all!)

What does your family do for the winter holiday season?

Can You Simplify Simplicity?

If you can, sign me up. I’m sure I’ll stumble upon the words “tendency towards simplifying the already simple in fight or flight situations” somewhere in my natal astrology chart, I’m just sure of it. It seems that anytime stress creeps into my peripheral vision, I’m throwing things away, out this window and that. Perhaps it’s a defense mechanism to protect myself from mental clutter, or it could be associated with my mother’s tendency to collect (a lot of) the most wonderful vintage things (which could be due to her traveling childhood–only being allowed to keep what fit into her trunk). And yet, I’m excited to tell you that the tightrope I walk feels balanced and I feel well. (I have not lost my marbles; I threw them away.)

It seems that my tendency to toss the clothes might be taking the cake when my need to declutter other areas of my life exists a little fuller than need be.  Like the “special” paper goods. Do you keep love letters? I’m not talking about love notes from your elementary school sweetheart (though I just threw those away only three years ago! Including that love letter illustrated with all the internal organs save the heart “because you have it” he wrote.), I mean really powerful love letters that illustrate the drafts of yourself in a very bright light illuminated by the eyes of someone who helped create the very you that you are now, those love letters. And here is this ah-ha moment.

I love keeping paper goods!
I know, I’m a valentine, but I also love the printed word!

I’m very partial to fancy and also sensitive to the nonchalant. I love decorating with rotating ephemera hung on a string of bakers twine by a tiny little clothes pin. I rotate it weekly. I do toss the not-so-meaningful pieces soon after they have served their limited-time inspiration, but I hold on to some pieces for years. A while back I had too many “special” boxes (remember when I told you about the special peacock box which held a special collection of love-reminders, boxes just like that one) and I was able to consolidate. But I still find myself wanting an even more simple stash. Especially as my priorities change.

A teeny tiny twinge of the opposite of this very toss-it-out nature came out as sentimental and a tad nosy a few months ago when Cody’s mom told us (on speakerphone) that she went through his closet and finally threw out the old high school mementos including his love letters. I couldn’t believe it (he didn’t skip a beat and was completely fine with this act)! I didn’t even know I wanted to read those one day (did I? Yes.), and didn’t even know they existed in the first place! But now that they were gone, I felt jaded, and yet somehow completely inspired.

A new leaf is turned today, I walk forward with the knowledge that you can, in fact, simplify simplicity. While it’s mostly a mental endeavor–working out the simplicity muscle–it physically looks like a pile of clothes for donation, and a constant evaluation of paper-to-burn and love reminders to keep. Because I want my daughter to read some of those letters one day. No doubt. And even if she will only have one side of her parents’ past, I’ll be sure to encourage her papa to regale stories of his past to her in the right moments.

Apple Orchard Adventures

I love eating with the seasons. It feels ripe and robust and healthy. The second apples were ripe and falling from the tree, my little seasonal daughter was asking for apples at every turn. I thought Willy would love to pick apples from a U-pick and did some research to find the right one. I found Cal-Poly U-Pick Apple Orchard and we called a friend and her children to join us.  It was downright dandy!

Mark is a real sweetie.  A nice red jonagold!

These are actually unripe red delicious, don’t they look like plums?And one of our favorites, a pippin!My favorite photo of the day.We are hoping to make preserves with the apples for our Solstice gifts this year, if we have time in our very busy autumn (planning the wedding, downsizing our home, and preparing for our big move from the farm in December is a lot to have on one plate!).  Naturally, though, I’ll be sure to keep you posted on any recipe from scratch we conjure up.

What are you making this season?  Tell me in the comments section!

Simplifing Motherhood: Menu Meal Planning

We all eat. Fact of life. Do you ever find yourself perusing your kitchen’s cabinets aimlessly hoping for a hint at what’s for dinner just before the dinner hour? I have been there. I’ve even loved being there before! But with a toddling daughter and a busier-than-ever schedule, I need something I can count on; for dinner, I need a menu.

Some people can’t get down with a weekly menu. Arguing that it’s against nature, that the fresher the food the better and in order to obtain fresh food, one must frequent the farmers’ market or grocery market (or back yard garden!). I believe in this side of the argument, but my life is busier than a daily trip to the market, plain and simple. Thus, a big help for simplifying my motherhood has been menu meal planning. We know what’s on the menu. We know what is for dinner on Thursday, and we plan around a swimming play date (having dinner with friends after said afternoon play date works fabulously!), and we make two trips to the market per week and one to the grocery market (which even feels like a lot, but it works out just swell).

I love our menu meal planning! It’s just orderly enough to reduce stress, it allows everyone to have a hand in the meal before it’s even time to whip out the wok, and it looks cute on the bulletin board (especially on my new favorite-ever note pad).

Every Sunday we make our menu based on our farmers’ market finds on Saturday and head to the grocery market to buy what else we need. Having a menu certainly saves money at the markets, because we don’t buy needlessly or hopelessly or even hopefully, and rarely hungrily. So, I completely recommend a menu for each week if you’re looking to simplify your life, especially if you’re a mama in charge in the kitchen.

An idea that sounds appealing–though we’ve yet to enact it–is a set menu each week with “fill in the blank” style.
Monday: Stir fry
Tuesday: Chicken
Wednesday: Ethnic (like Mexican, Italian, etc.)
Thursday: Pasta
Friday: Soup
Saturday: Breakfast for dinner
Sunday: Roast and veggies
This offers just enough room for diversity and spontaneity, yet keeps things more simple than the five o’clock “what should we have for dinner, y’all?” dilemma.

I just love the story behind Dinner: a Love Story, and in addition to sharing beautiful family meals and inspiring stories centered in the kitchen, the couple can be found cooking up a family meal with tips and tricks for you, too! (You can also download the PFD at the bottom of their post to help you make your menu and shopping list if you’re needing something a little more prompting than my simple guide!) I especially love their last tip to treat yourself out to eat on a Thursday or Friday. We enjoy this as well.

How do you simplify your dinner life?

(A side note about children eating diversely enough for your palate: people who eat with us for the first time almost always comment on Willa’s surprising taste buds. “She likes spicy foods? This is even too spicy for me!” or “I can’t believe she is drinking that ginger beer, it’s so strong.” or “How on earth did you get her to eat that salad? How old is she?” And I have a few answers to those questions. Willa never ate anything bland. She never once ate a mashed up baby food. And started eating food with us when she was able to hold her head up with her own control to move forward and backwards (indicating “yes more” or “no thank you, that’s enough”), we read about baby-led weaning (after a tip from a savvy east coast mama) and just followed our nose. We actually followed Willa’s nose. She loves chips and salsa, she loves sweet and sour, she loves salad dressing (she has been known to drink caesar dressing!), and her taste buds change frequently. She has room to eat if she is hungry and not if she’s not. I only know what worked for us, and I’m so glad to have a daughter who likes the dinner we like. I also believe it’s about what you have to offer your children that effects their taste buds. It’s tricky and a tight rope, like most parenting issues. Do what feels right, and you’ll be golden.)

Falling for Fall

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I love the equinoxes. Spring continues to be one of my most beloved times of year. The winter frost left for the new life and the budding blossom.  Autumn has also been a favorite. I hail from Texas, and you must know that I endured countless days of heat and sweat and never enough swimming, thus, each fall brought the crisp apple-season, the breeze for which our porches longed, and though we never saw the same New England style leaf-changing colors, the time of fall was much appreciated! And in my instinctual nature, that rhythm with the seasons, I am nostalgic and excited for the season changing.

On Saturday we spent time in perfect balance, equal day and equal night. Yesterday we begun the journey dark.  Into the dreamy season, full of rest, reflection, hibernation, plunging into the darkness.  I just love this time of year.  How do you celebrate the Autumn Equinox?  This year I set intentions for the season to come, the life cycle and new growth and new death.  On Saturday we also had the pleasure in being with friends celebrating their union and love with a marriage ceremony.  I’m falling deeper in love with my own upcoming marriage and really delving into the vows I want to uphold.

I’ve been noticing the past couple of weeks that there is a slight crisp in the air. Willa–that little seasonal animal–is dying for apples (and even asked for an apple to be painted on her face at the Farmers’ Market the other day). We are feeling the winter squash, the deep oranges, the warm hues, the earlier evenings, the time of harvest, the prelude our winter cozy by the fire, we are falling for fall, y’all!

Earlier last week we headed up to Everett Family Farm, where our friends grow food and flowers (Zoe is even doing flowers for our wedding!). Willa loves Zoe, the trip was a winner, for sure. We got to pick eggs from the coop, have our own cherry tomato harvest, see their tractor, climb in tunnels, visit their “office” (under the shady tree at the Y in the road), and laugh a lot.

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Happy Fall!